Metal Church Son Of The Son
Stabbing through the wind and rain all aboard the nowhere
train, the calm before the storm surrounds you
In between the here and now, somewhere in the lost and
found, a king without a crown who shows no mercy
Close your hands and bow thy head, cleanse the wounds of
the dead, face the fear and all within your soul
Tell a tale of mystery, drowning in an endless sea,
hanging by a thread you cling to life
Break the chains there are no rules, be the leader not
the fool, the powers that be demand you
To have the knowledge and the strength, to help the
worthless and the weak, to be the power in all that
condemns you
You've got to heal your wounded mind secure your place in
time you're of the one a son of the sun
Ride upon the angels wings, listen to the heavens sing,
praise the master till your dying day
Pay the piper, pick your battles, fight before your life
unravels reaching for the stars above you